A mask is easily placed,
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On a betrayed and broken face.
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A disguise to hide the past,
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When you mapped out my skin and made the memories last.
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Some things are never erased,
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And I have run when I've been chased,
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By recollections of you and me falling off our homemade castle
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And even when I'm walking straight I always end up in a perfect circle.
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Oh I try but I just can't wait,
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To break out of this perfect circle.
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'Cos giving into old temptation,
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Is like that common twitch.
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Oh the silly stupid realisation,
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The more you scratch the more you itch.
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Why am I fighting, what's it for,
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Must let my mask drop to the floor.
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My scars I shouldn't hide from the people who are on my side,
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Rolling up my sleeves to fight against,
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All the things I locked up and all the things I fenced.
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But it's time to let it out so we can build a brand new castle.
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And even when I'm walking straight I always end up in a perfect circle.
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Oh I try but I just can't wait,
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To break out of this perfect circle.
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'Cos giving into old temptation,
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Is like that common twitch.
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Oh the silly stupid realisation,
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The more you scratch the more you itch.
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And even when I'm walking straight I always end up in a perfect circle.
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Oh I try but I just can't wait,
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To break out of this perfect circle.
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'Cos giving into old temptation,
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Is like that common twitch.
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Oh the silly stupid realisation,
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The more you scratch the more you itch.
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The more you scratch the more you itch
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Perfect Circle
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| Katie Melua |
